Lu_Shui

[A Regency Era novel, #vengeance #weaktostrong #heiress #loveaftermarriage #noblefamily #dramatic #betrayal]

"Lady Blanchard," the Marquess of Canterbury announced, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he swept off his cocked hat and handed it to the waiting butler. He then stepped into the drawing room, his eyes immediately falling upon her.
The cup of tea and a plate of pastries on the coffee table suggested that she had been waiting for his arrival for some time.
"What a surprise," he continued, a hint of amusement creeping into his tone. "Do you require anything from me?"
"Indeed, Your Grace," Maggie replied, her voice steady despite the weight of her proposition.
The Marquess's amusement vanished, replaced by a flicker of suspicion. He crossed his arms in a haughty manner, his posture demanding an explanation. "And what might that be?" he inquired, his voice laced with a cool formality.
"I would like to propose," Maggie began, meeting his gaze directly, "a marriage alliance between us."

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Upon her father's untimely demise, Lady Marguerite “Maggie” Delaney Antoine Blanchard was betrayed by the man he loved, Nicholas Cunningham, and the only other relative she trusted, Nicholas' father, Lloyd Cunningham.
She found much-needed support in the Marquess of Canterbury, Percival Clement Duane Locksworth, whom she did not care for due to the unfortunate nature of their first meeting, but who turned out to be the lifeline she needed to exact his revenge and regain the Countess of Huntington title.
When Maggie offered the Marquess a beneficial deal in exchange for his hand in marriage, would the not-so-charming gentleman say yes?
And if he did, would Maggie be able to win the claim for the Earldom of Huntington and retain it within the Blanchard family's ownership? Or would she crumble under the storm of the Marquess's gaze, his presence a churning sea threatening to engulf her whole?

Marguerite's Pledge for Redemption

As a grown man, Percy did not relish holding a woman in his arms without making love to her, but his wife was only eighteen years old. She was content snuggling against him under the blanket, so who was he to ruin her innocence?

"Will you tell me what is so urgent that you had to leave?" Maggie asked, her voice as sweet as an angel's.

Percy's hand traced a smoldering path down Maggie's spine, lingering at the dip of her shoulder blades before following the curve to its sweet surrender at the base of her spine.

"My mother," he heaved a sigh. "Well, my stepmother, you understand, is causing a fuss again. Ever since we got married, she kept dragging Adrian from one ball to another, hoping to get him to settle down as soon as possible."

Maggie gingerly put a hand on Percy's chest and played with the buttons of his shirt.

"So you wanted to talk her out of her ambition?" Maggie guessed.

Chapter 40 - Gifts Exchange